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Apr. 3rd, 2013 12:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeNo Russian today. Too tired, too stressed. Gave up after about three hours of trying to fit it in around other things. It's one of those bad brain days, and anything I say will come out wrong.
Things I have done, though. Did Irish this morning, got a blog post and a half edited. Figured out, on my own, how to make it so my blog updates trigger automatic emails to people on the mailing list and how to customize it. For those of you who are curious, my website is still here at Kittyspace but my blog is now at over here using Wordpress. And, you know, there's a mailing list you can sign up on and everything. Hey, look, I'm kind of a grown-up!
It's a bad brain day. It's one of those days where the weasels are really loud and whispering to me that nobody's paying attention because nobody cares and I suck and I might as well pack it all in and give up now because four people's attention is all I'm going to get and one of them's my mother. So I've basically just graduated to the older person's version of putting the macaroni art on the fridge. Yeah, I don't even warrant the word 'adult.'
Fuck the weasels. I have shit to do, I can't be having with this bad brain day shit. Maybe I won't get as much done as I wanted. Maybe I will cry at my desk at work, who cares. I am a stubborn bitch, if you hadn't guessed by now. I will get something done despite the weasels. Who seem to be wargs in disguise. Crap.
Things I have done, though. Did Irish this morning, got a blog post and a half edited. Figured out, on my own, how to make it so my blog updates trigger automatic emails to people on the mailing list and how to customize it. For those of you who are curious, my website is still here at Kittyspace but my blog is now at over here using Wordpress. And, you know, there's a mailing list you can sign up on and everything. Hey, look, I'm kind of a grown-up!
It's a bad brain day. It's one of those days where the weasels are really loud and whispering to me that nobody's paying attention because nobody cares and I suck and I might as well pack it all in and give up now because four people's attention is all I'm going to get and one of them's my mother. So I've basically just graduated to the older person's version of putting the macaroni art on the fridge. Yeah, I don't even warrant the word 'adult.'
Fuck the weasels. I have shit to do, I can't be having with this bad brain day shit. Maybe I won't get as much done as I wanted. Maybe I will cry at my desk at work, who cares. I am a stubborn bitch, if you hadn't guessed by now. I will get something done despite the weasels. Who seem to be wargs in disguise. Crap.
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Date: 2013-04-04 07:06 am (UTC)Fuck the weasels. I do not know what was with yesterday, but I sure hope today shapes up.
<3
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Date: 2013-04-04 12:16 pm (UTC)*hugs tight* No worries. We endure. 'cause we have shit to do, so. <3 :)
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Date: 2013-04-04 12:26 pm (UTC)*hugs gently* I'm glad the PMS and the exhaustion went away. Exhaustion in particular can be a pain in the ass, emotionally. I do not like! But at least when it's identified, it can be endured.
Love you muchly.